smallpox-juicebox:

arandomthot:

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“good Christian honk” sounds like a euphemism

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#this happened to me once #I walk out of the pharmacy and out of the corner of my eye there’s a car trying to get my attention #statistically‚ someone trying to get my attention while I’m walking down the street is almost certainly wanting to insult my respirator #I studiously ignore him‚ and when I find that we’re going the same direction I deliberately take a left even though my home is to the right #once I’ve lost him‚ I turn around and I see him driving away #and it’s my dad’s license plate #turns out he was offering me a ride home #(and he was so caught up in the euphoria of this) #(that for like a minute he lived in a world where ableism didn’t exist) #tag rambles #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #sexism cw #embarrassment squick #this probably deserves some other warning tag but I am not sure what

greelin:

greelin:

i can literally always make more blood. renewable resource. NOT sharing it would be so selfish on my part. there’s no justification for it.

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you know damn well.


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #vampires #blood #this probably deserves some other warning tag but I am not sure what #scrupulosity cw? #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

ovur:

Would your parents make you pay rent?

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#I’m not sure how to answer this #I guess ”no” is probably closer to the *spirit* of the answer #in that I *think* OP wants to know whether your parents want a financial contribution On Principle #and it’s very clear that both of my parents would *rather* let their kids live here for free if that were an option available to them #but they cannot‚ in fact‚ afford to let us live here for free #we will all hang together or we will all hang separately #surveys #domesticity #adventure in human capitalism

balioc:

Holiday Engineering: What Not to Do

We can learn a lot from Chanukah, because Chanukah is a garbage-tier holiday.

I mean this in a mostly-detached, mostly-analytic way. Like many people who were raised Jewish, I have some very fond and happy memories of Chanukah. Anything can accrue fond and happy memories, if you have a way of getting people to do it. But Chanukah is full of features that actively detract from its being resonant, impressive, memorable, or fun. It is an anti-advertisement for its community.

If you’re a would-be designer-of-holidays, this is actually a really useful thing. Mimicking the good and successful holidays is quite hard; their quality tends to hinge on a lot of idiosyncratic hard-to-replicate factors, and “invent something as cool and punchy as the $WHATEVER” can be a tall order. But it’s easy to look at a design failure and say, “I”m not going to do that.”

With that, let’s go into the details:

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CHANUKAH: THE GOOD

  • Timing. It’s a midwinter festival-of-lights. Solid start. Everyone loves those. Brightness and festival cheer, in the long cold winter nights, is practically a need for many. The holiday mostly skates by just on being the winter light festival for the Jews. A+. Or, really, we should knock that down to an A, because Chanukah usually comes too early to be ideal for this purpose, but – still, quite good.
  • Traditional food (side dishes).Latkes are incredibly popular, and for excellent reason. If you’re trying to settle on a food that everyone will love, “fried potatoes” is a damn good choice.

CHANUKAH: THE NEUTRAL

  • Symbols. There’s really just one that matters: the chanukiyah (nine-branched menorah). Which is, on paper, a very cool and snappy symbol. Distinctive silhouette, ritual engagement, plus the allure of fire. But it loses a lot of points for the fact that you don’t actually light the whole damn thing, and get the proper visual effect, until the very end of a long-ass holiday when everyone’s enthusiasm and attention have ebbed. On the first night, in particular, you light just two candles in your chanukiyah, and it looks lopsided and sad.
  • Traditional food (sweets). Jelly donuts are fine, I guess, if uninspiring and uninspired. Chanukah gelt is pretty lame as candy goes…but from a holiday-design perspective, it’s hard to go too far wrong with giving kids candy.
  • Music. “Maoz Tzur” is kinda pretty. “Oy Chanukah!” is kinda fun. That’s pretty much it, barring some silly kids’ music (and I guess that Adam Sandler thing). Nothing that will knock anyone’s socks off. But, honestly, two decent songs is more than many good holidays have.
  • Gifts.Being the big annual gifting holiday is a double-edged sword. It’s some super-powerful mojo, culturally speaking. People are obsessed with giving and receiving gifts, in a way that’s very hard to excise or evade, no matter how often you trot out your utilitarian language about deadweight loss. Chanukah gets a lot of its traction out of the fact that it’s the holiday where you get presents. But. (a) In the modern world, the gifting holiday is unavoidably a locus of stress and misery for many people, and Chanukah doesn’t have nearly enough upside serving to support that burden. (b) Chanukah is bad at being a gifting holiday. The gifting is not well-integrated into the event, it’s a tacked-on thing copied over from Christmas, and it shows. There’s no real ritual surrounding it, no presents-under-the-Christmas-tree equivalent, certainly no Santa Claus. Worse yet, the eight-day-holiday thing means that either you need a set of gifts whose awesomeness is equally divisible by eight (mega-awkward), or else you have inconsistencies and disappointments.

CHANUKAH: THE BAD

  • Theme. What is the holiday about, when everything is said and done? What is our key takeaway message from all the shit we’re doing. “God is great, God looks out for His people, God performs mighty miracles.” Stop. Shut up. You fail. That’s every holiday, if you’re operating within a religious tradition. You need something more than that, something powerful and deep and important and special, to be even halfway-decent as a holiday. But for the vast majority of Jews (including Jews in the most orthodox and observant denominations), that’s pretty much all you get. Because…
  • Mythology. The story of Chanukah, the holiday’s narrative raison d’etre, is just unconscionably bad. In some extremely vague sense, it’s a story about Jews overthrowing foreign oppressors and casting off foreign influences…which is already pretty bad from a modern liberal perspective, we don’t like jingoistic ethnonationalism these days. But the actual events of the Chanukah story are less about Jews-against-foreigners than they are about Jews-against-other-Jews. It is a story about fanatics seizing power and murdering cosmopolitans. Virtually everyone hates that shit, up to and including the most tribal-minded Jews. The rabbis of the Talmud were pretty iffy about Chanukah for exactly this reason, and didn’t talk about it much, with the result that the holiday doesn’t have much in the way of supporting cultural infrastructure. And you really can’t tell the Chanukah myth without that horrible stuff; it’s so baked-in that it gets incorporated into even the most sanitized propagandistic Hebrew-school versions of the tale (with exactly the effects that you’d expect on Hebrew school students). The miracle of the oil feels like a tacked-on narrative coda, because it is, because without it the only possible moral of the story would be “kill your neighbor if he’s not pious enough for you.” But it’s much too little, much too late. The miracle of the oil is super lame by miracle standards: no one is saved from danger, there are no memorable SFX, the whole thing is relevant only to the rituals of a long-vanished Temple.

[There are several lessons that can be learned from this particular problem, at multiple levels of abstraction.]

  • Structure. You can have a good eight-day holiday, but a festival of that length needs an arc. The days need to be distinct from each other. You need to be either building up to a climax, or – more commonly, as with Passover and [the twelve days of] Christmas – coming down from a main celebration at the beginning in a long pleasant haze of semi-special time. Chanukah is flat and internally undifferentiated, except for the addition of more candles to the chanukiyah. You can’t sustain real holiday feeling that long, and there’s no particular day on which you’re supposed to do anything special, so it all just turns into a mush of “how much do we care right this moment?”
  • Activities. The traditional dreidel game is the worst, most boring, most unbalanced game in the history of games. Pushing it on children only makes those children hate Chanukah, and Judaism, and games, and you.
  • Traditional food (entrees). There’s no classic Chanukah dish that can serve as a viable main course, unless you’re one of those people who can happily eat fried potatoes as an entire meal. This is a glaring omission. It’s particularly bad for Chanukah, because Chanukah has so little else going for it that it really needs to lean hard on the standard holiday “gather for a festive meal” thing.
  • Social role. As many people will eagerly tell you, Chanukah was a pretty minor holiday for most of Jewish history; it got big largely because of a marketing push in the 19th and 20th centuries, mostly because people got scared about the prospect of the younger generations assimilating, and wanted to give them a holiday to compete with Christmas. Which is maybe the worst idea that anyone has ever had. For more reasons that I can easily list here, modern Western Christmas is an absolute SSS-tier holiday, one of the very best of all time. Setting yourself up as a direct competitor to Christmas – inviting your own people to make that comparison – is tantamount to telling them that your traditions and your community are worthless and weak, and that they should join the ranks of the gentiles. And that would be true even if your own offering were something halfway decent. Trying to do it with Chanukah…it’s like Estonia declaring war on the US. It’s the ultimate “we have food at home.” It is, if you’ll pardon my saying so, Christian rock.

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theonlycabbage:

nitewrighter:

moonachilles:

Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.

Meanwhile Emily Brönte just said “We can make each other worse.”

Mary Shelley said, “I can make him


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#I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog #Frankenstein #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

writing-prompt-s:

There is a forbidden type of magic out there. It isn’t forbidden because it’s inherently evil, or forces you to lose your humanity, or requires human sacrifices – it’s just forbidden because it’s annoying as heck to fight against.

hestia-and-the-court:

“Ma’am, I really must insist that you pay for the room and board I’ve been giving you! It’s been a week!”“Fine, fine,” I grumble. “I have a few options for payment: I could give you paper money, cheap gaudy jewelry, chocolate coins, spiders, some pretty seashells-”

“Spiders????” he repeats, baffled.

“Spiders it is, then,” I agree equitably, and with a wave of my hand the bed I’ve been sleeping in for the last week turns into a writhing mass of various spiders.

Worth it.

“Stop right there! You’re under arrest for fraud, destruction of property, and-!”

I yawn. “Didn’t ask, don’t care.” A few gestures, and the guards’ swords are all transmuted into spiders, and then they’re too busy to worry about little ol’ me.

“You have insulted my honor and humiliated me in front of my children! I demand satisfaction! I demand a wizard’s duel!”

Shrugging, I say, “Sure, okay, whatever. Right here and now okay?”

The pompous wizard-noble blinks. “I- you don’t want to prepare? Get your wizard’s staff or anything?”

“Nah, I’m pretty good with somatic gestures.”

“Well, if you’re sure… here and now then! Have at you!” He slams his staff down on the ground dramatically, a small shockwave of fire radiating out from the impact.

So of course, I turn his staff into spiders.

“AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK”

“So if you’re too busy screaming to cast spells, does that mean I win?”

“AUGH ONE OF THEM BIT ME”

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

After that, they start coming at me in waves, with cheap wands and staves and swords and bows bought in bulk, hoping to exhaust my magical reserves so they can get close enough to put a magic inhibitor on me.

They did not expect my reserves to be as vast as they were, not did they expect me to be able to transmute the inhibitors themselves into spiders.

“Didn’t you take Magic Basics in wizard college?” I yell at the panicking mages. “Inhibitors aren’t immune to magic until the moment they activate! Serious weak point in the design, tell your magitechnicians to fix that!”

So of course they try assassins next.

Poison fails, because I transmute any food and drink I get into spiders and then transmute them back. Pretty easy way to get rid of poison.

So then they try knives in dark alleys. The knives bruise through my full-body spider-silk outfit, but do not penetrate, and they only get one shot before they have bigger problems.

Next is killing me in my sleep. None live to report back that the human-shaped lump under the blankets is actually a mass of highly venomous spiders.

The kingdom throws everything it has at me, and I continue to walk away, heralded by the chittering of spiders and the screams of everyone else.

Finally, I stand before the king himself in his overly opulent throne room, and by now he is a broken shell of a man in the face of my unorthodox tactics.

Good.

“What do you want?” he practically sobs. “You’ve singlehandedly redirected the entire crown’s budget for the next three years into replacing every weapon you’ve turned into spiders. Much more and we’ll be invaded by our neighbors! We wouldn’t be able to resist being annexed! So what can I give you to make you stop doing this?!”

I pause and pretend to consider, tapping a finger against my chin thoughtfully. “You know, you sent my brother off to war a few years back. That conflict with the Yughs up north, I believe. He didn’t want to go, so your guards forced him at spearpoint. I haven’t seen him since.”

He seizes on that, as I expected. “Yes, yes, I’ll have him returned right away! Tell me his name and I’ll honorably release him from duty and have him escorted safely home!”

“Oh?” I raise one sardonic eyebrow. “Are you able to bring back the dead now, oh wise and glorious king?”

He pales, and it’s the most satisfying thing I’ve seen in years.

“You have nothing I want,” I growl, letting the anger slip through for the first time in years. “You cannot bring him back, you cannot make up for my loss with all the riches in your kingdom. The only thing I want is to take everything from you, the way you did to me. Your kingdom will bleed out of resources, one of the neighboring countries you’ve been trying to conquer for decades now will take advantage and annex this place, and you will either be executed or forced to work for a living for the first time in your life.”

I glare at him, and he refuses to meet my eyes. “You will lose everything you ever cared about in your life. One spider at a time.”

I transmute his throne and crown into spiders (non-deadly; he doesn’t get to escape my wrath that easily), then turn and walk away, ignoring his screams and sobs.

And that’s why, when the Yughs finally annexed the kingdom I grew up in, they preemptively made Transarachnomancy a forbidden magical art. Not sure how they intend to enforce that, mind, but I’m not looking to challenge that. I’ve gotten what I wanted; if some other aspiring mage wants to try and follow in my footsteps, that’s not my problem.

Besides, in terms of magical skill, I’ve always been an outlier anyway. Most mages would be lucky to turn just one knife into a spider at a time; I can turn ten thousand with a few gestures. I doubt anyone will outdo my legacy.

But hey, if you want to try and surpass Georgia of the Spiders? Feel free. I’ll welcome the competition.

werechicken:

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anagramofbrat:

Amazing A+ no notes


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#that moment of dawning comprehension at ”I’ve always been an outlier anyway” #storytime #spiders #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #Spiders Georg #murder cw? #death tw? #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

albatris:

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an excerpt from a novel draft reading: “Is that gonna kill me?” he asked earnestly. “Excuse?” “The garlic.” “Ah.” Quinn cracked a smile. “No. It’ll just give you a stomach ache. Vampires and garlic are a bit like lactose intolerant people and ice cream.”
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nanowrimo out-of-context

sorry about the different-sized fonts idk what I’m doing 😎✌


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#I will be keeping an eye out for more of this book #out of context quotes #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #vampires #embarrassment squick #death tw #murder cw #violence cw #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once


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genderfluid-druid:

bunjywunjy:

I’m going to attend a two-day geology conference wearing these

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[ID: Two photos of T-shirts. The first shirt is red with a stop sign that says, “Help STOP continental drift.” The second says, “Reunite Pangea” with a globe that has a single continent. End ID]


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#geology #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once